I had my first lesson last wednesday night and I think I made myself look like a complete idiot - not that anyone said anything. Firstly I very quickly realised that there is nothing natural about perching on a petrol tank to get from one place to another - I had no idea just how weird that would be. As a consequence I was a bit thrown and completely terrified. For most of my first lesson the bike controlled me and not the other way round. The guys there were very helpful though and put me on the smallest bike they could find - but when I got going, I found it hard to get my legs high enough onto the pegs - I blamed it on being too short, but it was the opposite - my legs were too long. Which a whole new weird cos I'm a short fat chick with long legs (go figure.) So they put me on a bigger bike and it was way easier..... to a point. Everytime I went past our instructor he's yelling at me to relax - I was stiff as a board and holding the throttle way too tight which made my cornering and changing gear kinda eventful. I also couldn't get into the habit of leaning to turn everytime I tried I would see myself eating asphalt in my head - did I mention the sheer terror? Anyhoo I'm going to get a private lesson and meditate on what I've learned so far. The only reason I haven't lost my enthusiasm too much, is my first bike lesson was the same as my first car lesson - a nightmare! And it wasn't till I knew what I was doing that I enjoyed it and that just took instruction and practice. This is going to be the same. So I'm outta my comfort zone...continent but I'm sooo not giving up.